Mercenaries are usless, disunited, unfaithful
They have nothing more to keep them in a battle
Other than a meager wage
Which is just about enough to make them wanna kill for you
But never enough to make them wanna die for ya

I'm just another soldier boy
I'm just another soldier boy
Looking for work
Looking for work
Looking for work

You've got a bum end, babe
You know you do
Something in the back of my mind
Reminds me of you
Talking to yourself alone at night
Scheming on your friends in the midnight
Scheming on your friends for what not
Baby you know

Some things go wrong an some things go right
Another thing, baby, I needed
Was for you to die in a fight
When you turned your back and walked away
You could have stoped me then
But you wanted to wait
Baby, took your time
And that's how, baby, I know

Easy come and easy go
There's much more to get by
Then what she shows
When you're talking to me through the wall again
Talking to me through the wall again
Talking to me through the wall again
Baby you know

The more he does, the more you want
The more you get, the more you want
The more ..

This the morning after
The one's the night before
They're calling at your window
They're calling at you door
I wish I could remember what I did last night
If I was a good boy
Or if I started a fight

They're coming down for breakfast
The butcher and his wife
He's looking very angry
She's sitting very still
I hope to get it worked out soon
Of for sure I will
So much, so much for the evidence
So much, so much for the evidence

Well, something's at the the OK Coral
They're hanging Jesse James
The naked lady's vanished
The policemen are on parade
Then along comes Sherlock Holmes
That that lucky seven percent
He's just got back from Angola
Sniffing cocaine in the tent
So much, so much for the evidence

Big black eagle's flying around
Flying around this town
One of these days he's gonna pay a visit
Drop his load on the ground
Whatcha gonna do
Doo ...

The people back in Nagasaki
They remember the day too well
When the big black eagle came flying around
Introduced them all to hell
And the people in Hiroshima
Hiroshima, mon amour
They remember when the children's hair fell out
And all their skin turned blue
Whatcha gonna do
Doo ...

The people back in Washington D.C.
They've got a curious sidelong glance
It goes all the way from Capitol Hill up to the Pentagon
What they gonna do, what they gonna do
When China drops a bomb on you
What they gonna do, what they gonna do
When Peking drops a bomb on you
What they gonna do
Doo ...

Life is short and love is very sweet
Look at all the people running from their lives in the street
What're they running from?
What are they running from?
Well, God, damn it, ask them
I wanna know, too

Read and destroy everything you read in the press
Read and destroy everything you read in books
It's a waste of time
It's a waste of energy
It's a waste of paper
And it's a waste of ink
Whatever you read in the books, leave it there
The word for it is:
Sabotage, sabotage
Sabotage, sabotage

The military intelligence isn't what it used to be
So what, human intelligence what it used to be either
It's a rising expectation
It's a rising of the tide
The wards will discharge all their patients in the streets
Are they hurt again?
They are mine, yeah, murderer

Hold me down, hold me down
To the light in you room hold me down
Where the windows are broken around
And erosion of living is done
If your life is all broken and empty
Like the streets of New York in the dark
And you need just a friend to hold on to
I'll be there in the corner just for you

And the cold of the living
And the cold of the dead
Hand in hand from the beginning to the end
And the cold of the living
And the cold of the dead
Hand in hand from the beginning to the end